Page 70 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

He tilts his head from side to side, as if genuinely flummoxed.

Owen’s shoulders broaden with pride. “It’s my little buddy in here.” He gently taps where Romeo’s butt is situated.

“You have a baby attached to you?” His eyes widen.

Owen nods with a confident smile. “I do.”

“Why wouldn’t you just push him in a stroller or something?” Reed glances around the park as if searching for a stroller.

Owen’s jaw sharpens. “Because, fuckwit, I like him close to me and he likes to feel my heartbeat. It reassures him.”

He shakes his head. “Reassures him? Jesus, you’re all insane.”

Owen stares back at him. “When you have a family, you’ll think differently. Trust me.”

Reed chuckles. “That’s never going to happen.” He points toward Tate and Ava, then back at us. “This would be my idea of literal hell.”

Tate shakes his head. “Na. Hell is when Ava can’t have sex for a few weeks after birth.”

“It’s more than a few weeks, Tate,” Ava reminds him.

“I don’t mind a bit of blood.” He shrugs.

Owen’s arm tightens around me, and need flushes through him. He enjoys taking me while bleeding.

Reed rears back as if stung and his face pales, then he shakes his head. “I’m actually appalled with myself, wasting my time having this conversation.” He glances at his watch. “You screwed up my entire morning routine. I hope you’re satisfied.”

“You’re the one that can’t run properly,” Tate bites back.

Reed ignores his jibe and stares past us. “I’m going to have to forgo my stop at the organic store to make up for lost time.”

“Oh, however will you fucking cope?” Tate rolls his eyes.

Reed narrows his eyes on my brother, but doesn’t bite at his jibe. “I’ll see you in the office tomorrow.” He then nods in Owen’s and my direction. “It was…” He seems lost for words for a split second. “Nice to see you.” I smile because we all know how much it wasn’t nice for Reed to bump into us, and that only amuses the men more. Their deep laughter rumbles through the park as Reed sets off on his run again.

“He’s going to fall so fucking epically.” Tate smirks.

OWEN

“I need to use the restroom,” Laya announces, and I blow out a sigh of relief. About fucking time.

“Me too.” I jump up from the blanket and brush off the grass. “Can you watch Romeo?”

My eyes flick from Tate to Ava. “Sure.” She smiles coyly, as if knowing my intentions.

“Don’t be fucking long. I’m starving,” Tate grumbles, making me smirk. Yeah, I’m starving too, for a taste of your sister.

I take Laya’s hand in mine and stride toward the restrooms. “Owen, is everything okay?”

Without replying, I march us into the women’s bathroom and assess the stalls to ensure they’re empty.Thank fuck.I flick the lock and spin to face her. The way her hair hangs in a ponytail has driven me crazy all day. The way her heavy tits have bounced as she took each step has had my cock as hard as stone, rubbing against the zipper with each step, and the way her ass was hidden beneath the white sundress she wears as if taunting me to expose it had me eager to drag her into the trees and fuck her ruthlessly like a rabid animal.

Instead, I was struggling inside to play it cool and bide my time for the perfect opportunity. “Turn and face the mirrors.” Heat creeps up her cheeks and over her chest as awareness hits her.

She slowly turns and face the mirrors. Her small hands clutch the edge of the sink as I step up behind her. She looks so tiny compared to me, and I revel in it. Then my big hands find her heavy tits and I squeeze the weight of them in my palms while pushing my hard cock into her back. “Can you feel what you do to me, baby girl?”

She takes a moment to speak, and I delight in the effect I have on her. “Yes.”

“Do you want my fingers in your pussy or my cock?”

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